The Underdark. A simple name. Tells you exactly what you're in for and nothing more. Not like Sanctuary. Funny name for a thrice-damned snakepit of a place. Like calling Skullport a fairly rough part of Waterdeep. The whole town's like a man with a noose around his neck, just standing and waiting for the trap door to open below him. And that doesn't stop the residents from going at each other like too many stray dogs with only one bone.

Still, it doesn't look like I'll be leaving any time soon. The eye tyrants fixed that good. I must be miles underground. Tymora's got a bloody good sense of humor. There's people here though, and where there's people there's problems. With any luck they'll pay good to have them fixed. Nothing to do but hang out my shingle and do some work. There's bound to be no shortage of missing persons cases. Might take my mind off where I am, and if it doesn't, at least there's drink here.

No amount of liquor will wash the taste of mushrooms from my mouth. Hells, I think some of the liquor is made from mushrooms. Sanctuary. What a place.

I've been hired by a dwarf, odd fellow, a druid even. Goes by the name Calavera. He's been trying to contact some zealots calling themselves the Society of the Ordered Mind, with little luck. His only contact, one Greeves, is dead, and rumor has it the rest of them are too. Tough luck.

This Society's made it their business to kill anything they call an aberration. Personally, I try not to pick fights I can't win, but some people's ideals get in the way of their smarts. I told the dwarf I'd try to track down any survivors and deliver his message. Seems he's got the same fool idea they have and wants their advice or help. If the fellow wants to get himself killed, I'm not one to stop him, as long as I get my fee first.

So far the trail's cold. Nobody seems to know how this Greeves died exactly, only that another dwarf named Stoneshield went with him. I'll have to see if any of his friends can point out someone from the Society. And pray for luck. Gods know I'll need it in this hole.

*various notes and names are scribbled in shorthand for several pages*

I found the Society for the dwarf. Easy enough, though I'm curious what happened to the Ordinants who died. Probably best to let it alone. People die down here, and these ones were asking for it. If the Society wants answers about it, they can pay me.

I've got a secretary now. Ariwyn, an elven dame. Nice enough to look at if you don't mind ink-stained hands. Smart too. The essence of seriousness until you see a little sparkle in those deep eyes and she casually lets slip something about blowing up a building. Lathae, the Ordinant seemed amused when I told him she was working for me. I hope that's a good sign. I've got a feeling she's going to be a handful, but a good help too.

Now we just need a new case.